hope falls

no morning sun

rose in me this day

no birdsong

lifted my spirits

 

they were present

as always

but hope was not

 

not for the wanting though

i want to hope

i hope to hope again

i want to see a way

i want to break

from this grip of dark

but it holds fast

 

instead another voice

calls clear and true

and insistent

 

words I do not wish

to honor

but must

 

‘feel this pain

fully’ it says

‘feel it to the depths of no hope

for then you might surrender

 

for it is only when we truly give up hope

that a path can open for us

 

despair does not come in half measures

nor would it move you if it did

 

let hope fall from the cliff to which it clings

and crash onto the ground below

 

let it break open

so that the light

can pierce the darkness

 

we must crack

before we can really hope’

8 thoughts on “hope falls

  1. kim881 says:

    Wistful and true, Paul:
    ‘for it is only when we truly give up hope
    that a path can open for us

    despair does not come in half measures
    nor would it move you if it did’.

  2. Sherry Marr says:

    Oh, I felt this poem – and hope – falling all the way down, Paul. Well done. I, too, want to hope again, on the global front. But it is hard, given all I know. Earth grief is alive and well.

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